(Author's Note: Dark chapter. Jump the gory parts if you're underaged or easily horrified. Otherwise, enjoy…)
"For the glory of the Federation." Emma said softly as she wiped her sword stained with my father's blood on the hem of her white dress.
"For the glory of the Federation." The other three repeated grimly.
"TO HELL WITH THE FEDERATION!!!!" I roared with unbridled fury. "THE FEDERATION AND ALL OF ITS CITIZENS WILL BURN FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY PARENTS!!"
BA DUMP!
BA DUMP!
BA DUMP!
BA DUMP!
BA DUMP!
BA DUMP!
My heart began to pound with great power and my red energy began to multiply and double in volume again and again and again.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I shouted and forced my body to break free from whatever was holding me down and leapt forward to attack the four of them!
I reached Emma first and grabbed her by the neck.
"I saved your life. And this is how you repay me??" I whispered. Not in sadness or pain at her betrayal, but in absolute fury.
She struggled weakly and her eyes bulged out in horror and disbelief at my great strength.
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
The sword strikes slashed at me from all directions. But they couldn't do anything to me.
I ignored them and stared deep into Emma's eyes. I wanted to see the light of her life fade away.
Crack.
My hand squeezed and broke her neck.
Crack!
I went further and completely pulverized her spine.
Her large bulging eyes filled with horror and shock slowly turned vacant as she died in my hand.
I flung her lifeless body away carelessly and advanced to the next person.
Russel Whitefrost.
He was roaring in fury over what I had done, but I couldn't hear him.
In fact, I couldn't hear anything.
I parried his furious sword strike with my left hand and grabbed his head with my right hand.
"Die, old man." I said coldly as I squeezed his head.
Crack! Splat!
His head was crushed like a watermelon.
I flung his lifeless body aside as well and advanced on the other two who were staring at me with resolute looks on their faces.
They intended to stay and fight to the last man? Good.
I took James' harmless slash at my neck and traded it for an uppercut to his neck.
Crack!!
His head spun 180 degrees vertically and he crumpled in front of me.
I turned to look at Bruce. He merely snarled at me and attacked me with a ferocious sword thrust to my eye!
I shifted my head slightly to the right to dodge it and stepped in.
Jleb!
My hand pierced his stomach and grabbed his spinal cord. And then I squeezed.
Crack!
The mighty Bruce Pang, Terror of Battlefields, died just like that.
Once more, I flung his corpse to one side
I stared at the four dead murderers of my parents in confusion as my anger burned aimlessly, looking for another target to devour.
But there were no more targets left. At least not in the house.
I looked down at my parents' dead bodies and felt anger quickly drain out of my body.
Pure agonizing sorrow took its place and I began to scream.
Seconds.
Minutes.
And still I screamed.
After what seemed like a very long time, I finally stopped.
Not because I wanted to, but because my vocal chords gave out.
I was in pain. Extreme and excruciating pain.
The heartbreak I felt at that moment was unlike anything I had ever felt before.
I dug a grave outside our home for my parents with my bare hands and buried them there.
I spent the entire night by their grave, mourning for them, and slowly transforming my sorrow into anger.
When daylight finally came, I stood up.
My eyes burned with hunger for vengeance.
I had screamed enough. It was the Chinese Federation's turn to scream.
Cold fury burned steadily within my heart and constantly caused my red energy to multiply over and over again as the next few days passed in a blur of blood, gore, murder and of course, endless screaming.
I attacked and killed every single Chinese Federation citizen I came across. I massacred towns. Cities. Men. Women. Children.
Hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands died.
The Chinese Federation Police Force mobilized against me.
They died.
The Chinese Federation National Guard mobilized against me.
They died.
The Chinese Federation Armed Forces mobilized against me.
They died.
ραпdα nᴏνɐ| сom After an entire week of relentless and mindless massacre, a soft and aged voice finally thundered out in my mind.
"Enough."
CRACK!!!!!!
My reality suddenly swirled and collapsed.
I gasped loudly and opened my eyes.
I was back in the mecha throne room, and I was completely covered by my man-sized white mecha suit. The fact that my red energy had recovered enough to summon a full body mecha suit was completely lost on me at that time.
However, the suit did immediately recede when I regained my consciousness.
"Wha… What's happening? That was all my imagination??" I asked in a thunderstruck voice. I could still feel the cold fury simmering in my soul, and the emotional detachedness which drove my hands to endless murder was still firmly in place.
"The setting was fake." The Ancestor replied in his soft voice. "Your reactions, however, were all real. You had full control over your emotions, thoughts and decisions. "
I turned to look at him coldly as my mind processed the information.
For a moment, both of us merely looked at each other.
There was something new in his eyes as I stared at him.
"Fear." I realized with a start.
The Ancestor feared me.
I turned to look at Bruce and Jeanette, and was about to ask whether they saw what I had gone through when I smiled bitterly. The looks of utter horror on their faces told me exactly what I needed to know.
I also realized that I couldn't look at Bruce without feeling a deep sense of discomfort. The anger that I felt towards him, and the pleasure experienced in killing him was much too real and much too fresh in my heart.
Thankfully, Jeanette Wen was there, and she knew exactly what I needed at that moment, the very thing that was able to soothe my highly traumatized soul.
"Oh you poor little thing!" She cried out and grabbed me into her embrace, all the while sobbing at the horror and agony I had experienced.
Her compassionate hug and empathetic sobs were like life giving water in a heart scorched by pain and anger, cooling me down and saving me from certain life-changing traumas that would have definitely changed my relationship with all four people involved in the "murder" of my parents.
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